Alison, growing up in Belfast, I often had half a bap for my piece. Sometimes a Vienna roll or a "baton", or if my ma was in a good mood, a soda farl and Tayto crisp sammidge. A year or two ago I wrote a wee song called A Ulster Fry and Champ to the tune of the Sash. Belfast people would drool all over the tables, their mouths were watering that hard. All the best. Seamus